The sun kissed your skin through the small gap in the curtain. Enrico was awake. His gaze glued onto you.

It wasn’t his fault that he woke up feeling so bothered. Your back pressed against his body as he held you; he couldn’t help it.

“Love, wake up..”

His voice was low and raspy; his touch a little rough and needy as he squeezed your waist.

Enrico missed you despite the fact that you had been in his arms all night. It was just another quirk of his obsession with you.